Oversensitivity Poem by Nuala Lee

Oversensitivity



Your efficiency and briskness
Hurts me
Even though I know you are busy,
I feel curt dismissal
Like a sharp knife.
You are probably being
Your usual practical self.

But somewhere I detect
A sentiment and warmth
That doesn't seem
To reach your eyes.

Have I failed you
In some small
Monumental
Tragic way?

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